Sticky Morning

Jon slowly opened his eyes, the warm morning sun filling the room, bathing him in its light. He glanced over at his clock and saw that he had slept in. Not that it mattered. He was pretty sure that he had no pressing matters to attend to that day. He could take his time.

Sitting up, he frowned. He felt sticky. Looking down at what he had slept in, a cute pair of panties and a matching black nightie, he saw that he had made a mess while he slept. He wondered who he had been dreaming about. Maybe one of the girls at school, maybe a celebrity. Whoever it was, they sure made an impact on his pajamas!

"Time to get clean," he said, climbing out of bed and stripping naked. It didn't occur to him that he had lost all his body hair while he slept, nor that his behind had grown substantially. All Jon noticed was that he felt gross and needed to get clean.

The spirit hovered over Jon as he walked through the house. It was too late to adjust his body, but not too late to prepare the house for him. It slipped away from its victim and into Jon's parent's room to make some changes.

Jon liked his showers hot and steamy, and so the room was hazy by the time he finished making himself feel more human. He stepped out of the tub onto the plush bathmat. There was no reflection to admire, as the mirror had succumb to Jon's showering preferences. And so he tied his towel around his body under his armpits, wrapped another towel around his hair, and walked out toward his parent's room to finish getting ready. Her mirror was as good as the one in the washroom, and would do the trick for him.

The house was empty as he walked down the hallway, which was fine by him. It was nice to have the house to himself. Like a little vacation.

The mirror was secured atop a large make-up table which had an array of products set atop. He paused to admire his visage. Jon looked clean and fresh, ready to take on the world.

He dropped the towels and pulled a drawer open on his mother's dresser. No reason to waste time getting dressed in his own room when there were perfectly good clothes right here. A lovely pair of pink g-string panties slid up his legs first, holding his penis snugly while not covering up too much. not to be a show-off, but Jon liked the idea of being able to display his body. That was followed by a matching lace bra, the most obvious choice, something that would emphasize his masculine physique.

One drawer down he found a pair of leopard print leggings. Jon loved them. The animal print would look so tough, so rugged. He pulled them on and turned in the mirror. His rear end looked amazing in the tight material, and thanks to his choice of underwear, he had no pantie-line!

Then he opened the closet and pulled out a black t-shirt. Pulling it over his head he saw that, while it was a perfect fit (just like the rest of the clothes), it only came to just above his hairless belly-button.

"Must be the style," he said, turning away from the closet, returning to the make-up table.

He didn't want to look too fancy, as it was just going to be a lazy day for him. Maybe he'd read, maybe he'd play some video games. No need to go overboard.

And so he settled on a light layer of foundation, a hint of blush, eye-liner, and lipstick. Nothing too ornate, just a guy hanging out at home.

His stomach rumbled.

"Time for breakfast," he told himself, putting the cap on the lipstick and standing up from the table.

The spirit was gleefully observing Jon's actions. Oh that all men were as easy to manipulate as Jon. Not once had the young man questioned his actions. Not once had he even noticed the changes to his body. It hadn't take long to make the changes to all the clothes in the house. Had Jon chosen to return to his own room and dress, he would have found all his clothes sized strangely, uncomfortable, unwearable even. Every article of feminine clothing in the house, though, was perfectly tailored for Jon's body. Any other man would have questioned that much change in such a short time. He was truly a unique subject.

As Jon left the room, the spirit considered whether it should accelerate its work on him.

No, patience was needed. There was still work to be done, and now it had Kelli to play with. No need to rush, no need to waste opportunities. Jon would be eating, and with two victims at the same time, there was always more to be done.